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Rh At midnight!—the bright stars, in vision blest, Guide to the threshold where she slumbers calm; Oh, be it mine, there too at length to rest,— Yet howsoe'er this prove, life's full of charm!

 SUCH, SUCH IS HE WHO PLEASETH ME.

, dearest, fly! He is not nigh! He who found thee one fair morn in Spring In the wood where thou thy flight didst wing. Fly, dearest, fly! He is not nigh! Never rests the foot of evil spy.

Hark! flutes' sweet strains and love's refrains Reach the loved one, borne there by the wind, In the soft heart open doors they find. Hark! flutes' sweet strains and love's refrains, Hark!—yet blissful love their echo pains.

Erect his head, and firm his tread, Raven hair around his smooth brow strays, On his cheeks a spring eternal plays. Erect his head, and firm his tread, And by grace his ev'ry step is led.

Happy his breast, with pureness blessed, And the dark eyes 'neath his eyebrows placed, With full many a beauteous line are graced. Happy his breast, with pureness blessed, Soon as seen, thy love must be confessed.

His mouth is red—its power I dread, On his lips morn's fragrant incense lies, Round his lips the cooling zephyr sighs. His mouth is red—its power I dread, With one glance from him, all sorrow's fled. 